Thug Luv Pt. 1: Beginnings

Run tha Streetz

We went back home after staying at another hotel for two more days, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened between me and Johnathan but at least we were away from him now. It was nine AM and Darryn was in the bathroom throwing up his guts. I tried turning up the volume on the TV to drown him out 'cause listening to him was almost enough to make me sick too. When that didn't work, I turned the TV off and went to check on him, he sounded horrible.

"Baby you okay?" I asked in a soft voice, kneeling next to where he was on the floor over the toilet bowl. He looked over at me for a brief second about to answer but went right back to barfing. I poked out my lip, starting to rub his back.

"Aww poor thing. I told you not to eat that burger though, that shit looked deadly."

Darryn spat in the toilet and flushed it as he slammed the lid down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Dammit. I'ma be late to the shoot."

"You're not going to the shoot as sick as you are," I said helping him to his feet.

"I have to KD," he moaned holding his stomach while we walked out of the bathroom.

"No, you don't. I'll call em myself and tell em you're not coming. You needa lay down 'til you feel better baby, you been throwing up all morning."

"I guess you right. Man I really don't want to...We so close to being done and here I am sick as hell," he said burying his face in his hands.

"You can't help it, it'll be fine I'm sure they'll understand," I assured him still rubbing at his back. His cellphone started to ring on the nightstand so I answered it for him.

"Hello?"

A man's deep voice answered me on the other end. "Hey is Darryn around? He's ten minutes late and we're worried."

"He's very sick. We got ahold of some bad food last night and he's been in and out of the bathroom all morning," I explained.

"Oh man...Well we can skip his scene today and shoot it tomorrow if he's feeling up to par, I hope he gets better!"

"Me too. Thank you so much I'll let him know," I answered before letting him go.

"What he say?"

"They gonna skip your scene today and shoot it tomorrow if you're better." I said brushing his plaits away from his eyes and touching his forehead which was burning up.

"This shit ain't cool, man," he said covering his face with his hands.

"Here lemme borrow the car I'ma go to the store and get you some medicine." I started to walk away but he grabbed my wrist before I could get far.

"Nooo. It's okay, KD, don't worry about me."

"No it's not. You need something to make you feel better so let me go get it," I said trying to pull away.

Darryn kept his grip on me and pulled me back to him, setting me on his lap. "C'mere and sit down, girl. Stop worrying so much."

"You was over there about to cry 'cause you couldn't go to the set, now you telling me to 'stop worrying so much'."

"I just don't want you going nowhere without me after what happened," he said squeezing me close. "It could be worse next time."

"Baby, I can handle mine, don't be such a spaz!"

"You can't handle everybody, Kay."

"I can with this," I said picking up the pistol from the bedside table and putting it to his temple.

"Don't put that to my head fuck's wrong with you," he pushed it away so I put it back down. "I still don't want you going out by yourself, baby."

I was starting to get annoyed, I felt like he was treating me like a naive child. "I went out by myself all the time before we met and got along just fine."